Thursday, September 29, 2011


Well, I was bored again today, so I sat online and
made a cover for The Blood Train.

I think it portrays just the right amount of creep-factor, what do you think?

I'm powering through it too. I've written close to 10,000 words the last two days (including a huge section I deleted and restarted.)

I love that my writing is fun again. No way would I call this work.


Monday, September 26, 2011

Quote of the Day!

I'm tumbling headfirst into the new WIP. Apparently Wolfy Love story is shelved for the time being, but hey, it wouldn't be the first time.

I've updated the WIP playlist tab at the top, as well as the writing collage, check it out if you want, if not that's cool too.


I'm in a creepy mood thanks to "The Blood Train" so I'm going to go with Edgar Allen Poe again.

This is my favorite:

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more."

Saturday, September 24, 2011


I don't want to jinx it by saying too much about it, but I'll give you the PERFECT title that popped into my head!

The Blood Train

And of course, as my usual routine demands, I filled a whole folder with pictures to go with the ideas in my head! (It's very creepy.) Want me to share?

Ok you twisted my arm:

"Welcome to The Blood Train Miss. You had better get comfortable. You won't be leaving."

Friday, September 23, 2011

HOLY CROW!!!! (and Quote of the Day!)

Did I get your attention? Good! Because this is important!

Have YOU signed up for MonsterFest?

If you haven't head on over and check it out now!

And now, I'm off to try and find a way to make my wonderful husband's birthday special, when he's 883 miles away... I'm thinking the Star Wars Saga on Blueray...

Oh! Quote of the Day:

"I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime;
I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last."

Helen Burns in Jane Eyre

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Brenda Drake's Can You Hook A Teen Contest

Hey guys! I'm entering Brenda Drake's contest!

Here's the rules:

On September 21st and 22nd post the first 250 words of your young adult or middle grade manuscript on your blog (you may skip this part, if you wish), and then hop around to each others' blogs and give critiques.

The winner gets a $50 editing gift certificate (and two runner's up get $25 each) for Teen Eyes Editorial Services.

Wolfy Love Story. :-)

I drove a little bit faster, though normally I wasn’t one to speed. The thought of getting a ticket just to get somewhere a few minutes sooner was pointless. However, I made an exception this time; first because I finally knew where I was going after getting lost twice, and second it was getting dark and then I’d be sure to miss the house. I eyed the retreating sun with more than a little uncertainty.

It won’t be that bad… I told myself.

I tried to relax, but I was anxious and unreasonably irritated. If this was supposed to be a fun getaway after all the chaos of high school why did it feel like a prison sentence?

I noticed my white knuckled hold on the steering wheel and loosened my fingers. They ached as blood rushed back into them. I could feel my pulse in my palms.

I was being ridiculous. It’s not like I was driving to my own execution; although imagining Rachel in the role of executioner wasn’t difficult whenever Dylan was around.

Dylan. My anxiety rose a few notches and I let my foot off the gas a little.

If unrequited love wasn’t enough to put a damper on the summer I didn’t know what was.

I frowned at the rural highway. I lost my mind. I had to have; otherwise nothing would have convinced me to accept a vacation invitation from Rachel of all people. Two months, I’d be stuck in her beach house.

Two months.

There you go. I wish it was the first 500 words because the first taste of creepy comes up right after this, but oh well!

I really hope the rest of you join up too, I'd really like to see all of your 250 words out in the bloggersphere. :-)


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Something to Remember...

Critique partners are some of the best people you'll ever meet. They put their work in your hands and in return try and tell you- as nicely as possible- what they think of your own. It's definitely a give and take sort of relationship but at the end of the day, that person is taking their time to read your stuff as well as work on their own.

A good critique partner doesn't shoot you down, or tell you what you're writing is terrible, they tell you what they love about it, sandwiched in with the things that need improvement. They get into your story as much as you do, and they hate/love/cry/laugh right along with your characters.

A good critique partner is invaluable.

Having said that, I think it's also important for people to remember that a critique partner's job is to give you their opinion. As in, how they personally feel about your novel.

Testing out a critique partner who comes back and says they don't like your story is no different than someone picking it up in a bookstore and putting it back down. It happens. That's why there are billions of books, and hundreds of genres- because not everybody likes the same things.

The most important thing is that your novel is exactly what YOU want it to be. A person can tell you how to make it flow better or where things slow down, but they can't make it any more yours than it already is. They're always going to be your characters, and your settings.

So just keep this in mind when/if you're out looking for someone to give you a little feedback. If you don't agree with what they're telling you, don't change it. If taking out what they're suggesting removes a piece that you really love, leave it in, but do it objectively. There's always room for improvement, no matter what stage you're in, but it's still your story.

And please, above all else, remember that you are intelligent, and creative and amazing, and nobody could ever write your story as well as you.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Pre-weekend Update and Contest Entry

A couple things today, first up I want to send a HUGE thank you to Kimberly Montgomery for giving me my second blog award:

She's just sweet as sugar isn't she?

And second, as promised here is my entry for Janet Reid's title poem contest. I submitted it this morning. Although, I have a tendency to lend my books to people, and they seem to take much longer to read them then I did, so I was short about ten titles that I could have used, but oh well. What can you do?


As I've said, I'm not good with titles, so I named it Crashed.

Under the Blue Moon
The Last Song plays.
I am Forever bested,
by A Bend In The Road.
Matched step for step,
left pleading for Twilight,
I whisper "Hush Hush, my darling
I have only just Fallen."
If I Stay,
I shall Wake,
If I Linger,
I shall Fade.
And after the First Drop of Crimson,
I shall drift into the Shadowland.

And yes, I realize that the top two should have been switched. I'm not sure how I missed that...


I also have a new song stuck in my head:

Anyway, I'm off to the beach for the weekend! I'll think of you all as I watch my son pour sand down his swimming trunks. ;-)

Toodles for now my lovelies.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Jane Eyre!

Holy spumoni my blogger friends! I LOVE LOVE LOVED this movie! Shamefully, as a Pride & Prejudice addict I have yet to get my hands (and my painfully short attention span) on the Bronte novels. I always intended to read them, I just never got around to it.

This movie has jumped at least Jane Eyre up into the highest levels of my to-be-read pile (and this is true even after I just spent almost $90 on titles like The Night Circus, Forgotten, The Forest of Hands and Teeth, The Maze Runner, and Hereafter.)

Mia Wasikowska was unbelievably amazing, pulling you into that off-kilter world of hers like it was truly her own.

Michael Fassbender was... holy crow. I can't even sum up the words for his awesomeness. I just can't.

If I hadn't just bought the movie, along with the reads mentioned above, I'd deprive Netfix of this copy until I was so tired of it I couldn't even think the name Mr. Rochester. (I'm talking weeks here people.)

If you haven't see it...


If you don't want to...

CHANGE YOUR MIND. You'll be sorry you didn't, it's CREEPTASTIC!


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Sharing Is Caring!

I am a firm believer in sharing things that are AWESOME. Of course, what's awesome to me might not be awesome to you.


The song that I can't stop singing...

The movie I'm watching over and over...

I know it's not THAT great of a movie, but I've watched it 12 times in the last week. I just can't pass up a movie where people break out into song and dance. Plus, Cam Gigandet is drool worthy... even in eyeliner. Lol.

Tahereh Mafi (who's debut novel Shatter Me releases in a couple months) wrote a really nice post about writing for your characters, and leaving behind that expectation of being "the next big thing." I especially loved the part where she said "be open to writing a book that will undoubtedly embarrass you in a few years."


This weekend Janet Reid is hosting a very cool contest, that you should definitely check out! You have to make a poem out of titles from books. I'll be posting mine here on Friday after I submit it. :-)

Elana Johnson just wrote her 800TH POST!! Two... no, three claps for Elana!

Lisa Desrochers is giving away first chapter and query critiques in celebration of her two year agent signing anniversary, and the birthday of her debut novel PERSONAL DEMONS, which is today by the way. :-)

And I'll leave you with the book I just finished reading:

I laughed out loud reading this.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains."


Tuesday, September 13, 2011

WIP Collections

I very clearly remember sitting a a computer back in high school, reading an article about the Industrial Revolution for my Sophomore history class, and thinking "Holy crap, research sucks."

The only thing that could get me to even attempt it, was the threat of failing a required class.

Researching for a novel, now THAT'S a different story! Instead of drilling dates into my brain, I get to Google the best ways to treat severe burns, spices in Italian sausage, videos of cars flipping down the road, how to say things like "no way" "huh?" and "bite me" in various languages, getting away with murder, the impact of a car on a body, mythology, phases of the moon, tide charts, medical procedures, locations in London in the 1800's, I mean, the list is endless.

But by far, my favorite part of research is the image search!

I love skimming through the internet and finding pictures of things that I can imagine in my book. I make a folder on my desktop titled whatever I'm calling my WIP and just keep popping things in there.

What's in my Wolfy Love Story folder?


And this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

And lastly:

What kinds of things do you collect for inspiration?


Sunday, September 11, 2011


I could live forever and still never be able to understand how
people can hate as vehemently as they do.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Quote of The Day Combo!

Ok, first, lets get this out of the way, because my "Quote of the Day" is turning out to be more like "Quote Every Few Days" :-)

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

Edgar Allen Poe

Now, on to the point. :-)

I absolutely hate it when I'm writing, and everything is going great, and I'm really feeling awesome about how the story is coming along, and then a song or a movie or something a stranger says to me in the grocery store completely ruins it!!!

All of a sudden I can't think about my WIP, all I can think about is another story that's been sitting in the back of my head. I try shoving it away, but these perfect little argument comebacks pop into my brain, or the perfect way to describe an emerald colored prom dress just appears instead of Wolfy goodness!! I hate this.

Of course, that story as a whole is completely not ready, so the whole thing is a wash. All I can do is try and write down all these (might I say very clever) parts and wait until later to use them. And in the mean time, Wolfy Love Story is sitting alone in my Documents folder wondering where I've been for the last three days.

I know I'll get back into my groove, I always do, but it's the process of getting there that always feels a little... &%##(&^*!@#@$#%!!

Sorry about that...

I've always said that a sane person can't write a novel. A novel requires a little bit of crazy, a little talking to yourself, a lot of imaginary friends, and dreams about people who don't exist, doing things that real boring humans can't do. You need some tears, and anger, and laughing out loud at nothing but yourself. It requires lots of time you don't really have, and lots of patience when you've run out.

It requires the occasional pause to ask "Am I losing it?" (That of course you immediately dismiss as you turn back to your computer and finish your scene where a hunky guy jumps over a car and turns into a beautiful blue eyed wolf.)

I'm crazy. Not in the "Whoa, she needs to hug herself for a while in one of those stylish padded rooms and a white jacket" kind of way. In the "Yes, I'm seriously crying for people I made up" sort of way. And I'm proud of it.

To recap. I hate people at the grocery store, Edgar Allen Poe is awesome (Did I write that? I should have.) Oh, and I'm out of my freaking mind.


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Kick Ass Titles?

I have no idea why, but for me, coming up with an awesome title is the hardest part of what I do. (Hence the name Wolfy Love Story.)

I've recently been spending a lot of time on other people's blogs, just sort of poking around and seeing what's going on. And on those blogs, more often than not, I see a little meter like mine off to the side with their word count and a very very cool title to match. I just don't understand it! I don't have the ability to think of really cool titles. It's just not in me.

Part of me thinks that it's not such a big deal, considering the title is most likely going to be changed by either an agent or an editor before it hits the shelves anyway. But then I hear all this talk about agents who loved the title enough to read the sample pages even though the query fell flat, or how a good title can be the difference between "I'd like to see the rest of your novel" and "Sorry, no dice."

On the other hand, I'm really good at coming up with unique character names, or names of places. I can come up with something really cool in just a minute or two, and a title can take me weeks, and at the end of the day I'm still not happy with it.

How do you come up with your titles? What sparks that great idea?? How important do you feel the title is at the end of the day?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Any Wolves of Mercy Falls Fans?

I first read Shiver right after it came out. I was completely wrapped up in that world for about a day and a half before I closed the back cover and sort of sighed. I couldn't wait for the next one to come out, and again for the final book in the series.

It just goes to show you how a familiar story can easily be extraordinary with just your own little spin on things. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, Shiver is the beautiful brain child of Maggie Stiefvater. It's the story of Grace and Sam. Grace is a girl obsessed with the wolves around her Mercy Falls home, and Sam is a musician who is forced to change into a wolf every winter. The cold drives his change, and he only has so many summers of being human before he changes into a wolf and never comes back.

The first book is Shiver, the second is Linger, and the third is Forever.

I have Forever sitting in my desk right now...


...but I won't let myself read it until I've finished the first draft of Wolfy Love Story. Call it a prize for not procrastinating... oh who am I kidding, call it a prize for not procrastinating AS MUCH.

What about you? Are you a Wolves of Mercy Falls fan? And if werewolves aren't your thing (I can try to understand) what series has captured your attention lately?


Thursday, September 1, 2011


(How's that for a title that grabs your attention?)

Ok guys, as usual I'm going to do things a little different. Sorry, can't help it.

I've got an extra copy of a really great book. I mean, really, really great. And I'm thinking of giving it away...

Are you listening??

It's called My Name Is Memory by Ann Brashares (The author of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants) and it's amazing.

This would be my first ever giveaway- and trust me, there are many more to come- so I thought I'd test the waters a little bit. I have this image in my head of announcing this AMAZING contest and having two people enter, I mean where's the fun in that?

So here's the deal. If I get at least 25 comments on this post I'll announce the contest. If not, I'll give it a few months and try again. ;-) Simple as that.

Here's a little something to maybe spark your interest:

"I have lived more than a thousand years.
I have died countless times. I forget precisely how many times. My memory is an extraordinary thing, but it is not perfect.
I am human.
The early lives blur a bit. The arc of your soul follows the pattern of each of your lives. It is macrocosmic. There was my childhood. There have been many childhoods. And even in the early part of my soul I reached adulthood many times. These days, in every one of my infancies, the memory comes faster.
We go through the motions. We look oddly at the world around us.
We remember."


In other (rather traumatic) news, a certain little boy of mine decided to sit down on an ant hill recently. Have any of you ever seen what ten million black ants looks like on a three year old? It's not pretty, let me tell you. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, shattering glass and cracking mirrors for miles.

Ok, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. But the ants are not. I was shaking the little buggers off him for twenty minutes and I still found them in his hair and ears hours later.

I. Hate. Ants. Do you hear me little creepy crawlies? I hate you.

Ok fine, maybe you're not so bad...

Ok so to recap, 25 posts about the contest and its a go... and I hate ants.

Happy writing everyone!